[Canterslut] Detention with Harshwhinny [Complete]


                                            >There she was, marking papers when she could feel the lone students' eyes on her, but when she'd look at him he was just doing his homework.

                                            >This continued for a while, and every time she glance at him thinking she'd catch him looking; only to see he was doing nothing but finishing his work.

                                            >She walked over to the young man and he quickly slid his notebook over a porno mag which she promptly confiscated.

                                            >"Young man, I will be adding another 45 minutes to your detention."

                                            >He growns angrily as she walks back to her desk.

                                            >After some time, the young man speaks up again.

                                            "Miss?"

                                            >She glances up at him.

                                            "I'm booorrrrrreeeeeed" He emphasizes with a drawn out groan.

                                            >"Detention is punishment. It’s not meant to be fun."

                                            >”Take this opportunity to finish your assignments and reflect on your behaviour.” She sternly tells him off, getting a pout from him.

                                            >She herself was getting a little bored, having finished all her work but now having another 40 minutes of awkward silence to fill.

                                            >Curiously, she begins to flip through the magazine and even she can't deny how raunchy it starts to make her feel.

                                            >It was a full XXX porno and seeing a penis for the first time in months certainly got her juices going.

                                            >The magazine was having an effect on her. She was so pent up and unable to cope with the dirty thoughts and sexual repression that were now aching into every nerve ending in her body, so she started fantasizing.

                                            >Her face turned a deep scarlet at the thought having sex, her last time being months ago.

                                            >The current situation was, after all, reminiscent of a porno she had watched recently, and curiosity was at an all-time high.

                                            >Coupling that with the stories she had heard from some of the other teachers and students and how easy it was to have a lay.

                                            >" 'No male student is going to complain.' " She remembers Celestia telling Cheerilee in the staff room.

                                            >She shifts and shuffles in her seat, her pencil skirt now suddenly tighter and confining as she feels herself heating up.

                                            >She slides her skirt up above her hips and spreads her legs, making herself more comfortable.

                                            >Her desk is an enclosed one otherwise the student would have a clear view of her wet glory.

                                            >She slid a finger over her panties and they were certainly getting wet.

                                            >She couldn’t stop there though, again she slowly slides her finger up and down, spreading the wetness around and suppressing her moans.

                                            >She flips another page and takes in all the detail she can.

                                            >The strong veiny penis, the swollen balls, even the rope flying in the air captured by the photographer imprint in her mind.

                                            >her rubbing turned into a steady rhythm and she knows she should stop, but she can’t, she won’t just yet.

                                            >’Just a little more’ she promises herself.

                                            >She’s so close now.

                                            >A giggle from the young man gets her attention, ending her mood.

                                            >She looks at him and he’s on his phone now.

                                            >’He certainly doesn’t learn. Looks like I’ll be confiscating that too.’

                                            >She stands up quickly and comes around the desk.

                                            >She going to take his phone and berate him at his desk for treating detention as a day care.

                                            >Instead, she gets two steps when she notices his jaw hanging and eyes dead locked at her waist.

                                            >Looking down at where he’s staring, she realises only too late that she hadn’t pulled her skirt down and she was soaking wet, her panties having two noticeable different shades to them now.

                                            >*Click* and a flash draw her attention.

                                            >She looks back at the student and the phone that’s pointed right at her.

                                            >She quickly pulls her skirt down and begins to quiver and shake, she’s been caught.

                                            >”T-th-this isn’t…” she tries to think of a convincing excuse on the spot.

                                            “Isn’t what?” He smugly questions her, still with the phone’s camera pointed at her.

                                            >Fears for her career and reputation being ruined by a moment of indulgence race through her mind.

                                            >She takes a step back, glancing around the room before looking to the door.

                                            “Run, and I’ll upload this vid on the internet and email all the teachers.”

                                            >It’s over for her. She doesn’t show it on her defiant face, but internally she’s nothing but broken shards.

                                            >”W-what do you w-want? M-money? I’ll make sure you don’t get detention anymore.” She bargains.

                                            “I want what you want, miss.” He licks his lips, causing her to shiver in disgust.

                                            >He points to his phone again, emphasising that it’s still filming her.

                                            “Show me again, Miss.”

                                            >She grabs the end of her skirt and pulls up.

                                            “No. Take it off.”

                                            >She closes her eyes briefly, resigning herself to her fate and takes a deep breath.

                                            >”F-fine.” Her voice quivers, and she knows she’s finished, yet she can’t understand why she’s burning hot or why she can feel her panties are soaked.

                                            >Slowly she unbuttons her skirt up letting it fall, as she turns her head away in shame.

                                            >It doesn’t matter though, the video has her in full as well as the blackboard and her desk. Easily making it identifiable to anyone that she’s a teacher.

                                            >Her perfectly toned long legs with those stockings and garters made her a sight to behold.

                                            >And he was certainly taking the view in.

                                            >”T-there. S-satisfied?” She’s so humiliated that she’s almost tearing up.

                                            “My, my, teach, you’ve gotten quite wet. Did reading that porn mag get you going?”

                                            >”C-certainly NOT!” She denies, but is betrayed by the dripping of her juices down her leg, which she feels.

                                            “Well, that juice running down your leg says otherwise.”

                                            >There was no denying that she was getting turned on. She’s never been in a situation where she had no control.

                                            >She was so scared, yet the vulnerability was igniting something in her that she had never felt, not even with any of her previous lovers.

                                            “You look uncomfortable Miss, why don’t you take that jacket off?”

                                            >Without resisting, she goes to unbutton her blazer and slowly slides it off her shoulders, landing on top of her skirt.

                                            >Her turtle neck tightly hugs her large bust and hour glass figure.

                                            “The top too.” He commands, going from standing in front of his desk to sitting on the edge.

                                            >She notices the large bulge at the front of his pants and subtly bites her lower lip.

                                            >“W-wait.” She mumbles quietly, not taking her eyes of his pants.

                                            >”Let me… lock the door…”

                                            “Fine. But don’t forget.” He says waving the phone again.

                                            >She slowly walks to the door, intentionally swaying her hips from side to side and emphasising each step with an audibly click from her heels tapping on the floor.

                                            >The young mans’ eyes are now glued to her form. She knows he’s looking at her and can’t help the arousal welling in her panties.

                                            >She returns to her original spot and slowly lifts up the top, freeing her lacy bra.

                                            >After dropping it, she stands there with arms covering her chest and legs crossed to hide her shame.

                                            >At least she thinks it’s shame.

                                            “Very nice Miss.” He says circling her, but not touching her.

                                            >He stops in front of her and looks her in the eyes, but she scowls and looks to the side, face turning deep red.

                                            “I think you’re sexy miss.” He whispers as he leans in to her ear. His hot breath on her ear causing a micro orgasm to shiver through her body, which he notices.

                                            >”This is highly inappropriate.” She whispers in a raspy voice.

                                            “So? I know you want it, miss.”

                                            >He emphasizes his point by brushing his finger along her tummy, eliciting a moan from her.

                                            >The goosebumps that dot her skin a visible sign of her arousal.

                                            >The young man gasps as she places her hand on his bulge.

                                            >”Clearly you do too, it seems.” She looks up seductively at the confused young man.

                                            >Harshwhinny could no longer deny her sexual urges and embraced them like so many other teachers had.

                                            >She wanted her turn and it was now or never for the mid-forties year old.

                                            >She slid her hand down the front of his pants, past his briefs and straight to the goods.

                                            >His hanging jaw bobbed and he threw his head back when she thumbed his sensitive head.

                                            >Harshwhinny was now back in control, and she was taking charge.

                                            “M-miss, wait!” He hisses through his teeth.

                                            >But she keeps rubbing and spreading his pre around his head.

                                            >He tries to break away but she puts her other hand on his back and holds him in place.

                                            >She doesn’t say anything as she continues to molest him.

                                            >The glint in her eye screams she needs this. She’s waited long enough and she’s not letting her prey go.

                                            >This cougar is eating tonight.

                                            >The young man does the only thing that he can think of.

                                            >He places his hand on her mound and rubs furiously.

                                            >Her knees shake but she doesn’t relent, instead she pumps furiously.

                                            >At this point they’re both working each other until one submits.

                                            >Harshwhinny, although more sensitive, has more experience in this field and knows when a man is about to cum.

                                            >She pumps away, ignoring her own impending orgasm at his inexperienced un-rhythmed hand.

                                            >He looks her deep in the eyes and she can tell only a few more pumps until he blows.

                                            “Uncle! Uncle!” He muffles through jagged breath and she feels pressure on her panties lessen.

                                            >”Oh?” She teases him before pushing him into a nearby chair.

                                            >He gasps catching his breath.

                                            >She just stands there and casually takes her bra off and throws it.

                                            “Miss, what are you…?” His voice low and cowering.

                                            >”Take off your pants.” She commands, but he doesn’t move.

                                            >”TAKE. THEM. OFF.” She reiterates, and he complies.

                                            >She licks her lips as his hard member springs up after getting caught on his waistband. A wet slap sounds as it hits his stomach before it slowly sways to a stop at full mast.

                                            >”Mmmm… good boy.” She whispers seductively.

                                            >”I know you’re close.” She says before she slides her soaked panties down.

                                            >His eyes locked on the string of fluid that connects her and her panties, and it breaks from her when her panties are past her knees, which she flicks off with her foot.

                                            >”Well, still feel bored?” She seductively questions, getting a fast head shake from the boy.

                                            >”Good. Now be a good boy and let’s enjoy our detention. We still have half an hour to go~” She smirks and licks her lips again, eyeing that piece of standing meat in front of her.

                                            >She gets down on her knees and crawls slowly to the young man.

                                            >Grabbing his pole, she inhales deeply at the scent of youth and testosterone, making her almost dizzy.

                                            >She moves her head over his tip and licks her lips again before looking up into his eyes.

                                            >Confidence and control stares at him.

                                            >Fear and vulnerability stare back at her.

                                            >”Is this your first time?”

                                            >He nods quickly and she can feel him tense in her hand.

                                            >”Let’s change that.”

                                            >She smirks again before opening her mouth over his tip.

                                            >Harshwhinny, the hungry hungry cougar, has finally found a meal and she intends to savour every last taste.


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